Hours

Written by：Anna Ternheim

Father I know your pride

I will hold the light

When your eyes get weak

When your hands shake like the leaves

In the flaming trees

Bend like w**d in the wind

I will turn the pages

Hour after hour

Hour after hour

Hour after hour

Hour after hour

Father I know the songs you loved

That I danced to as a child

I will play them all

Sing them

Over and over

In warm dark Spanish nights

Hour after hour

Hour after hour

Hour after hour

Hour after hour

I will paint the sky in the ceiling

And the sunset on the wall

Every gift you'll know

Know the meaning

Feel it in your blood and your bone

Hour after hour

I will turn the pages

I will hold the light

I will paint the sunset

On the bedroom wall